Those who are not fully versed in all matters
Cannot identify the truth from among ten million falsehoods.
– FROM THE BLACK LOTUS SUTRA
The next morning, before Reiko could to go to the palace women’s quarters to look for Midori, she passed Sano’s office and heard Hirata’s voice say, “There’s news from Edo Jail. Haru was attacked last night.”
Alarm halted Reiko. She quickly backtracked and entered the office. Inside, Sano was seated at his desk, and Hirata kneeling opposite him. The pair saw her, and their faces took on uneasy expressions.
“Please excuse us. We’re discussing business,” Sano said.
He and Reiko had spent another night in separate rooms, and Reiko guessed from his drawn features that he hadn’t slept any better than she. His tone clearly said that he didn’t want her there, but she ignored the hint.
“What’s happened to Haru?” she said.
“Haru isn’t your concern anymore,” Sano said with controlled patience. “Please go.”
Reiko didn’t budge. After a tense moment, Sano reluctantly nodded to Hirata.
“The prison guards found Haru screaming in her cell,” Hirata said. “She’d been beaten.”
“Who did it?” Reiko said, horrified.
“There was no sign of her attacker,” Hirata said, “and Haru seems unable to speak.”
Sano rose. “We’d better look into this.”
“I’m going with you,” Reiko said. She would talk to Midori later. Right now she had to offer Haru whatever help she could.
“A wife can’t tag along on official business,” Sano said, visibly irritated. “And Edo Jail is no place for you.”
“No harm will come to me as long as you’re there to protect me,” Reiko pointed out. “It sounds as though Haru is in the same condition she was in after the fire. If she won’t talk to the jailers, she probably won’t talk to you, either. She needs someone who will at least listen to her side of the story.”
Sano hesitated, and Reiko saw him weighing his desire to keep her apart from Haru against his need for facts. At last he nodded in resignation. “All right.”
An hour later, they arrived at Edo Jail. Sano, Hirata, and three detectives rode their horses across the rickety wooden bridge that spanned the canal fronting the prison. Guards followed on foot, escorting Reiko’s palanquin. Outside the iron-banded gate, the riders dismounted, and Sano went to the guardhouse to speak to the sentries. Reiko stepped out of the palanquin, looking curiously up at cracked, mossy stone walls and dilapidated roof gables that rose above the slums of Kodemmacho district. This notorious place of death and defilement didn’t look as bad as she’d imagined.
The sentries opened the gate. Sano and his men walked into the compound. Following with her guards, Reiko entered a courtyard. There loitered rough-looking prison guards, armed with daggers and clubs. They bowed to Sano and stared rudely at Reiko. Wishing she weren’t so conspicuous, she stuck close behind her husband until he and Hirata entered a dingy wooden building. As Reiko waited, she heard lewd mutters from the prison guards. She became aware that the place stank of sewage. Piteous cries drifted from the tiny barred windows of a huge fortress with dingy plaster walls. Reiko shuddered. At last Sano and Hirata returned, accompanied by an older samurai, presumably the warden. He frowned at Reiko in surprise.
“My wife has come to administer charity to the prisoner,” Sano explained curtly.
The warden’s face assumed a blank expression that hid whatever he thought about the unconventional behavior of the shogun’s sosakan-sama. He said, “Please come with me.”
As the whole party moved toward the fortress, Reiko listened to the conversation between Sano and the warden, who walked with Hirata several paces ahead of her.
“Have you found out who hurt Haru, or why?” Sano said.
“Not yet,” the warden said.
“What is Haru’s condition?”
“She’s very shaken and still won’t talk.”
They reached the prison fortress, and sentries opened the heavy door. A cacophony of screams and moans burst upon Reiko. As she followed Sano and the other men down a labyrinthine corridor, the stink of feces, urine, vomit, and rotting garbage engulfed her; flies swarmed. She held her sleeve over her nose. In the meager sunlight that shone through high windows, she saw dirty water leaking from under the closed doors of the cells that lined the corridor. Within these Reiko heard women muttering, pacing, thumping the walls. She lifted the hem of her kimono out of the filth and trudged on.
The warden opened the door of a cell, then stood aside to let Sano and Hirata enter. Reiko slipped in after them. She saw Haru lying on a pile of straw on the floor, facing away from the door. There were raw welts on her bare legs and bloodstains on her gray robe. Her body shook in continuous tremors. Appalled, Reiko forgot her own discomfort.
“Haru-san!” she exclaimed, moved by pity.
The girl turned her head. Reddish-purple bruises ringed both eyes. Her nose and lips were swollen and caked with blood. At the sight of Sano and Hirata, she recoiled in terror. Then she saw Reiko. A weak, plaintive cry issued from her. Heedless of the dirty floor, Reiko knelt and gathered Haru in her arms. Haru sobbed and clung to her, while Reiko angrily eyed the warden, who’d let this happen.
“I want a basin of hot water and cloths so I can clean her,” Reiko said to him.
The warden looked surprised that she’d spoken, then affronted. He turned to Sano.
“You found her like this?” Sano asked him.
“Yes.”
“And you’ve not treated her injuries?” Disapproval cooled Sano’s voice.
“It’s not our practice to pamper criminals,” the warden said defensively.
“Get the bath supplies,” Sano ordered, “and fetch Dr. Ito.”
The warden left to obey. Reiko’s anger extended to Sano. He didn’t really care about Haru; he just wanted to keep her alive for her trial. Having arrested her, he was partly responsible for her suffering. Reiko averted her eyes from him and soothed Haru until the girl quieted.
“What happened, Haru-san?” Reiko said gently.
Haru pressed her damp, feverish face against Reiko’s shoulder. She mumbled, “There were three men. They hurt me.”
She began weeping again. Reiko patted her back. “It’s all right, you’re safe now.” She would have liked to give Haru more time to tell the story at her own pace, but Sano and Hirata were waiting for information, and Reiko feared they would intercede if she delayed too long. “Who were the men?”
“I don’t know. They wore masks.” Huge sobs convulsed Haru. “I tried to fight back, but they-they-”
Her hand moved down over her pubis. Now Reiko noticed how much blood there was on the lower portion of Haru’s robe, and understood what else the gang had done. She whispered, “Oh, no.” Glancing up, she saw her own comprehension and pity reflected on Sano’s face, but his reaction didn’t ease her ire toward him.
“We need to question all the jail personnel,” Sano said to Hirata. “Assemble them outside.”
Hirata departed. Two prison guards brought in clean rags and a basin of steaming water. An elderly man with a stern face and white hair accompanied them. He wore the dark blue coat of a physician and carried a wooden chest.
“Good morning, Sano-san,” he said.
“Thank you for coming, Ito-san,” said Sano. “Please allow me to introduce my wife.”
Reiko and Dr. Ito exchanged bows, regarding each other with mutual interest. “It’s an honor to meet you,” Reiko said.
“The honor is mine,” Ito replied sincerely. He saw Haru, and concern deepened the creases in his forehead. “This is my patient? Perhaps you would be kind enough to assist while I treat her?”
Haru shrank away from him, whimpered, and clung to Reiko.
“Don’t be afraid,” Reiko said. “We’re going to make you feel better.”
She leveled a cool gaze at Sano, hinting that Haru needed privacy and he should remove himself. He gave her a
